Be Inspired By Your Neighbours || Belated Blogutions DAY 16

Heya guys!

I’ve been extraordinarily busy lately and have fallen behind on my blog posts. This post is for a Blogging 101 assignment that I couldn’t find time to fit it in. The idea behind this blog post is to respond to a post that I have found that stood out to me. There’s No Place Like Home is the post that I found, and I’d invite you to read it here. 

The author desleyjane travels quite frequently and really enjoys it, but her favourite part is returning home. She asked us all if we were the type of person that needs a home base or if you would be happy travelling all the time. I, personally, am quite the hermit. Many of my friends have noted that I completely disappear for varying amounts of time. When I returned from Canada I saw all of my friends for two weeks straight. I did not have a break, and then I got really sick. I was bedridden for a week. I was actually really happy when that happened because it meant I could just have a lot of me time.

So it would seem that I am the type of person that needs a home base, I love being in my own space, surrounded by my own things. I think this comes from a lot travelling, but I don’t feel as though I have a home. This sounds a little weird, obviously I have a place where I live, in fact I have two houses, and my partners house (where I spend a lot of time). But I don’t feel as though I have a place that is 100% me. My parents split up about 7-8 years ago now and I have been living one week with dad, then one week with mum. This has always been the same for years, one week at dads, then one at mums. The only time it changes is when we go on holidays for two weeks, then it’s two weeks at mums and two weeks at dads. It’s always the same. I have spent some time during ‘dads week’ at mums house and it doesn’t feel right. Yes it’s my room, my home, my family but it’s not where I’m supposed to be that week. I don’t have a home that is always, 100%, there for me. I’m living out of a suitcase, so I’m always travelling.

My partner, and multiple friends, have asked me ‘why don’t you move into one of your parents house permanently?’ I don’t want to do that, partly because I can’t decide who I want to live with and this way I can still live with both. I still get my own space, I get to spend time with both parents equally, I still get to see my brother. So I think I’d prefer all of that to always having my own space. I will move out of home one day and I’m looking forward to having the freedom of building my home into exactly how I want to, and not packing up my stuff every week. But for now I’m happy travelling every week, and when I am home with my parents it makes up for it. I still have a place I can relax and disappear like a hermit for a week.

Continue this conversation! Do you need a home base, or would you be happy always travelling?